Kathy and Kevin*

Twinkle, twinkle, little twins;

When you waken day begins.

Sister throws a shoe at brother

And they pummel one another,

Brawling in their slack pajamas

Clumsily as baby Ilamas.

But impish faces grow serene

As mamma looms upon the scene.

Each now must view through soapy tears

The other washed behind the ears.

Then comes the token of a truce--

They're swapping straws and

orange juice.

(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II) 

*Great grand-children of the author